Kearney swung away from the others long enough to snatch it out of its course, letting the taste of it flood his mouth as his teeth broke its skin. It was mostly scale and cartilage, but it was food, and it was food he had taken for himself, taken from the sea as he had been taken, food no human hands had touched, and he was never going back, no, not ever. There was something the humans did
the perspectives from the dolphins is perfection
